In our fear we perish alone
far from the home we once knew
and the people we had been
in the time of dreams
and our youth
yet if we stand
if we face the dark
head on
it will relent
it will turn back
In our hope we find strength
closer to the truth we once believed
and the people we admired
in the time of passion
and our growth
if we walk
if we find a light
another angle
it may reveal
it may look new
In our discovery we find the lost
hidden in a past we had discarded
and the treasure we spurned
in the time of cleansing
and our renewal
if we run
perhaps we can capture
the good we forgot
the lessons we missed
along the way
(December 10th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
